These and various other thoughts were going through my head as I drove over to Olly’s address. There was parking right across the road from his front porch, but I drove a little further away, not knowing who might answer the door. I had an excuse ready if someone else appeared, which would be to feign confusion between Potter’s Crescent and Potter’s Close.
In the event, it was Olly himself who opened the door. Six feet tall, slim, short light brown hair, dark brown eyes, wearing black boxer shorts and a black T-shirt. His feet were bare and he smelt of the shower gel he’d just finished using.
‘You’re very punctual!’ he laughed warmly, letting me into the house.
There was a small tiled inner porch where I took off my shoes before following him along the beige carpeted hallway into the kitchen.
‘Want a drink, Lee?’ he asked.
I shook my head.
‘No, thanks, Olly, I’m fine,’ I said.
He smiled openly and brightly, looking me directly in the eyes.
‘You certainly are!’ he said. ‘Very fine.’
It was a most promising beginning and without any further delay we made our way into the sitting room next door. He invited me to take the most comfortable looking armchair in the room and then proceeded to kneel down at my feet, gazing up at me.
We had already discussed a few things in our messages on the previous Thursday: our likes and dislikes, our sexual boundaries and such. He already knew what I wanted from him. His position at the foot of the sofa indicated that he had understood me very well. He placed his hands on my knees as I settled back into the seat.
What impressed me the most was his confidence. I knew right from the start that there was going to be nothing furtive or shameful about any of this. It was as though he had been happily servicing men all his life.
I closed my eyes as his hands stroked my legs, my lower body and finally my crotch. Then I felt his lips pressing down upon me, licking me through the rough texture of my trousers.
Soon my belt was loosened, my zipper was undone and my trousers were lowered around my ankles. As his hands navigated this removal of my clothing, his mouth and tongue remained focussed on my pants. My stiff cock pushed up against the soft stretchy fabric, eager for release.
He reached inside with his hand and began to gently massage what he found, all the time purring contently.
He pulled back my pants to expose the full length of my cock, which he then began to take tenderly and slowly in his warm mouth.
The lust was by this time coursing through my entire body, wave after wave, the best feeling in the world, the reason I kept coming back for more of the same with man after man. Every other thought and feeling was swept from my brain. There was only this pure ecstatic state.
‘I love your cock, Lee,’ he said, momentarily coming up for air.
He must have noticed that I hadn’t yet looked at him.
‘I have a blindfold, if you’d like to use it,’ he added.
‘Fuck, yes!’ I said, delighted.
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